A/N-This is a story of budding romance, secrets, deception, lies, new found friendship, and long lost people.
Help me! The scream came again, but this time it was even farther away. "Keep running, Draco, keep running," said his inner self. He ran to where the scream was and saw her. Hermione was on the floor, she was cut and bruised. Her face was pale and she look tired and as if she hadn't been well, in any way, recently. Draco suddenly awoke with a jolt. He was covered in cold sweat as he made his way to the nearest bathroom in The Malfoy Manor. His face was pale and he looked as if he hadn't slept in ages. "Why am I having these dreams?" he asked himself. "I haven't seen Hermione in several years. Why would I have such a nightmare now?"
Draco had lost Hermione several years ago. It was seventh year and they had finally admitted their feelings for each other. They dated for the good majority of the school year. Hermione left for a holiday in the spring and never came back. Draco was heart broken and could never get over the loss. Many believed she was dead, but Draco never gave up. His love for her would never leave. He waited each day hoping that he would some day see her again. Little did he know that his hope and love is what helped her even if they weren't together.
Hermione finally got out of it all. She had spent her last several years with the man she thought she loved. She never came back to Hogwarts, but know regretted the decision. When she thought back on what had happened to her, she shuddered even though it was ninety-two degrees outside. She lifted up her sleeve to examine her wrists and arms. They were so cut and beat up she just couldn't look at them. She pulled her sleeve back down and strolled along the street until she reached the nearest apparition point. She then apparated to her apartment that her parents decided to buy for her as a graduation present. She headed inside and took a look around. It looked exactly as she had left it three years ago. She entered the kitchen and picked her address book off the counter. "Ah, here it is. Malfoy that's the one." She picked up her phone and began to dial the number.
The phone rang which jerked Malfoy from his thoughts about Hermione and the dream. "Hello, Malfoy Manner, this is Draco speaking." "Hello Draco, I don't know if you remember who this is, but it's Hermione. Dracos' heart pounded in his chest and he almost dropped the phone. "Hermione, I am so happy to here from you. What happened to you; where have you been? Would you like to come over in about an hour for dinner and tea?" "Yes, I would love that Draco. Thank you for being so nice." Draco was silent for several minutes. "Draco?" "Yeah?" "I love you." "I Love you to Mione."